Excerpt from Poems Thou art lovely, O Banba Alone by the Western rocks And the burning gold of thy locks, Down-streaming, a magical tide, Over shoulder and radiant side, In waves in whose shadows were lost The lives of thy sacrificed host, And in gleamings of curling crests, Still lift, as of old, our breasts With thy rapture, O Banba About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.